Chapter 1067

The picture is dark and yellow, like a dream full of alcohol.

The sky is spinning and the sky is spinning.

Then there is the intertwined body, a strange embrace.

Su Xiangwan's brows wrinkled more and more tightly, and the sweat of beans was exuded from her forehead.

"Don't You can't No way

She whispered nervously, and her tears fell unconsciously in her sleep, becoming more and more turbulent, as if trapped in some kind of mire.

"No No It can't be like this! "

Looking at the men and women on the bed, Su rushed to the night and roared like crazy, trying to wake up the bed.

But she is still entangled with cold Che, it seems that she can not hear his own voice.

Su couldn't help it. Tears fell down.

How could she How can and cold Che drift, how can betray Mu Beiting, how can make such shameless things!

No, no, no, No.

"Late, late! Wake up. " Mu Beiting just fell asleep soon, and then heard the uneasy cry around him.

When I got up and turned on the wall lamp, I saw the little things around me curled up in a ball, murmured something in his mouth, his face was full of tears, and he was pitiful.

"Late, late..." Mu Beiting's big hand fell on her shoulder and called her in a low voice.

"Don't Don't do this... "

Looking at this scene, Su Xiangwan only felt an unprecedented despair.

But no matter how hard she tried to call her, the dream of their own, or with cold together.

"Late, late!" Mu Beiting's voice was a little heavy, and the power of pinching on her shoulder was also increasing.

His voice and shoulder pain let her slowly wake up, her face still hung with tears, staring at him blankly, as if unable to distinguish reality and dream.

"Mu Beiting..." She murmured, the mist on her eyelashes obscured her vision.

But under the dim yellow light, she can still see his outline.

It's not Hanche, it's him.

There is no cold Che, only he.

Seeing her wake up, Mu Beiting breathed a sigh of relief and held her tightly in his arms, gently comforting him: "it's ok It's OK. "

Su regained his consciousness in the evening, buried his head on his shoulder, hugged him tightly, but tears kept flowing.

She was still sobbing, her thin shoulders trembling.

He hugged her tightly, his handsome face gently rubbed her forehead, and whispered, "it's OK. It's a dream."

Su Xiangwan didn't know how long she cried, and wet the shoulder of his pajamas, but she still held him tightly.

Mu Beiting patted her gently and said in a warm voice, "I'll pour you a glass of water."

Su shook his head towards the evening. Her face was still a little pale. She didn't speak, but she didn't let him go.

Mu Beiting can't, so let her.

After a long delay, Su gradually calmed down.

It's just a little droopy in his arms.

It's a dream It's just a dream

Fortunately, it was a dream.

Su Xiangwan gently lowered her eyes and felt a spasm of pain in her heart. The feeling was even more suffocating and sad than the poisoned hand of song Ziming.

But how could she have such a dream?

How can I dream of myself and Han Che in

At the thought of this, Su Xiangwan's face turned pale again, and she felt that she could not be forgiven.

He is so good, how can she dream like this.

The little things in his arms are rare and clever, but they are also a little angry. Mu Beiting's eyes are very heavy, and he caresses her hair with big hands, with comfort.

I don't know how long after that, Su looked up at him with a pair of eyes, clear and black, because she had just cried.